C89 Chapter 89

Haven sat at the edge of the worn-out couch, his hands clenched firmly in his lap, his knuckles white with the pressure he couldn't shake. His eyes, obscured by restless evenings and disappointments profound to specific, gazed vacantly at the TV. The news stayed on, but Haven couldn’t center. He was long lost in his own world, whirling in an ocean of outrage and disarray